I don't know what has become of me, but I remain cautiously optimistic that it's just a phase.
A funk, maybe.
A consequence of the never-ending heatwave.
Sidnote: Saturday night I was heading out to meet a friend for dinner. I had the radio cranked way up. I was exhausted to the point that I cried salty tears 30 minutes before leaving, saying to Cory, "I'm just too tired to get ready. I'll be terrible company. I waited too long!" (dramatic much?)
Anyway, I was spiffed up and re-energized and free as a bird, when what did I notice gathering on the horizon? Storm clouds, people.
The wind kicked up and I got the strangest feeling of giddiness. I drove on, looking out across the scorched fields, praying for that rain. I may as well have been Ol' Ray himself (the codgery farmer who lived across the road from us when I was a kid. R.I.P.)
Just when things reached a fever pitch, it was over. The clouds hightailed it both north and south and we were left without a single drop.
I was jealous. I coveted my neighbor's rain. I felt like we never get anything.
Then I bought earrings for $4 and ate a plate full of taquitos and didn't think another thing about it.
Ol' Ray wouldn't have recovered so quickly.
The point is, it has been a weird summer. We're busy in good ways and bad but mostly, I find myself just taking a breather. Or rather, I find myself so worn out at the end of the day that I take to my bed with a book and call it a (late) night.
Well, that and The Bachelorette. I do make time for her.
Why is she so beautiful? I mean, the girl is scary beautiful. And why is it already so obvious that there's no way she'll choose Jef? I blame editing. They should know better by now.
Also, is Jef a Mormon? If so, how does he pull off all the beer? The first time I saw Jef I rolled my eyes and thought, oh geez. There's the weirdo with the skateboard and the pompadour hairdo. Every season has one. But I have to admit, I now find him quite dreamy, mostly because he's 1) part nerd and 2) extremely genuine 3) normal with a capital N.
Say what you want about reality television or the state of mankind - I Love The Bachelorette. I need Chris Harrison to stay the heck in my life. I know the love will never last, but I'm that rare
It's high-def people watching, is what it is.
And it's the only television show I have watched all summer long. It's just that important. It pairs so nicely with a bowlful of Ranier cherries or a vat of salsa. I have skipped numerous seasons of The Bachelor, but I almost never skip The Bachelorette. 1) It's not as slutty. 2) The guys get along better and generally enjoy less drama. 3) See 1 and 2.
Suffice it to say, this season is a top priority. It may be so important, in fact, that a certain other adult who lives in my house also can't bear to miss a single moment. But you didn't hear that from me.
In a cruel twist of fate, we do not get ABC, so we have to wait until Tuesday to watch it online, so NO SPOILERS. We're ghetto Amish over here. We can't even help it.
Okay. Well. Now that I've gotten all that off my chest, here's the real reason I came:
1/2 c cider vinegar
1/4 c sugar
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp coarse ground pepper
4 ears fresh corn
1/4 c finely diced red onion
1/2 c cucumber, seeded
1/2 c diced orange pepper
1 c grape tomatoes, halved
2 T flat parsley, chopped
3 T basil, chopped
1/2 jalapeno pepper, seeded and diced
1/2 tsp salt
2 cups arugula
This is my adaptation of the original recipe, found here. When I make it again, I may try the juice of a lime and olive oil in place of the cider vinegar and sugar.
So tell me, who has been your favorite Bachelor/Bachelorette contestants of all time? I'll start: Reid. He was so weird. And for the girls, Tina Fabulous was infinitely entertaining.
No haters allowed, please. This is sacred ground on which we tread.
If you are really unable to play along, just give us your favorite summer TV snack.
Triple bonus points if you give us both.